The Match is Not the Wrong Address

Invitation

Tiredness lingered all over his body. For a month he has been working on his job. It was as if he did not want to side with her. Until Juna had not yet returned to the Keraton City to find his hope.

The ringing of the cell phone attached to the pocket of the white suit, unanswered. Already several times, Ziya kept trying to contact Arjuna.

"Kok is not answered anyway," he grumbled.

Finally Ziya gave up, he nimbly typed a message for Juna. They are not close, only exchange news if there is something important or urgent.

After that, Ziya went back into the classroom. The school hours will begin soon. Yes, Ziya finally went to college majoring in medicine.

Thirty minutes passed, Arjuna had finished with his operation which ran for 3 hours. Tired of approaching him, making Juna immediately remove the operating robe and set. Then wash your face and go back to the room.

Just leaning back in her big chair, Juna reached into the cell phone that kept ringing.

"Yes, Pa," he said after rolling the flat object and sticking it in the ear.

"Juna, Papa has service at LN. Probably a long time there. It can be up to a month or even more. You take good care of yourself. Don't neko-neko!" said the father firmly behind the phone.

"Hmmm ... Yes, Pa. Careful. See you," Arjuna replied and then hung up.

Almost putting it in again, his eyes were fixed on some missed calls on his phone screen.

"Ziya?" his murmur was frowning.

The fingers are rolling on the message notification. Seemed a continuous message from Ziya starting to open.

Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Hi, Brother Juna. How are you doing? Busy again, huh? May you stay healthy. Oh yes, the 27th of this month, please come home huh. Reza's sister wants to have her wedding reception. Mother and sister Reza really hope, Kak Juna would take the time to be present. Thank you😊

Arjuna immediately stepped into HRD, for the annual leave application. Submitted leaves of leave paper that counted only 4 days left. After filling in all, he rushed to his superior asking for an autograph. Although complicated and full of debate, he was finally able to get it.

"Woy, that smile from earlier. Abis got what?" seloroh Dika surprised Arjuna who was now back in his room.

"Finally, I went back to Yogya, again" said Arjuna leaning his back while pulling both corners of his lips until the dimples of his cheeks were clearly visible.

"Did? Want to find Meimei again?" Dika sat in front of Arjuna propping up his chin with his palm.

Arjuna raised next to his eyebrows while sighing deeply. "Well, one of them," she parsed a smile.

Dika squeezes her hair rough. "Every time I go crazy" grumbled Dika annoyed.

"Take it easy, I've got a signature from professor Haris," explained Arjuna.

"Well, I hope you're back in time. Because this is your last chance!" dika warned.

"Yes .. yes .. yes! Beres, president!" gurau Arjuna stood straight and positioned his right palm salute.

"What president?" tanya Dika opened her eyes.

"The president of jomlo. Specially? Haha!" Arjuna laughed. Made Dika throw a marker right on Juna's forehead.

Arjuna grimaced in pain as he rubbed his reddened forehead. "Damn it! I swear it's eternal!" hiss Arjuna cursed annoyed at his sohib.

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